This is a song about "Golden hair"

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

I owe you nothin so get so get out of my hair

Frustrated and pissed off and pulling your hair

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Played like a deck, your cards were golden,

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Like lindsay lohan's vagina hair

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Yeah i like that long hair,

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there